Messing With Her? Are You Crazy! novel Chapter 212

Nicholas's eyes were deep as he watched the rapidly disappearing taillights, his charming expression instantly turning grim.

He glanced to the side and beckoned to Nathan. "You, take Brianna home."

Nathan was about to agree.

But Brianna grabbed his arm with one hand and pushed Nicholas with the other. "Alright, alright, I'll be good and go home with Nathan. You should hurry up and go after Serena, Nicholas!"

Nothing was more important than chasing after his future sister-in-law!

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Serena rode the Ghost at incredible speed.

Her soul, imprisoned for four years, reveled in this rare feeling of freedom, the wind rushing past her.

However, this precious moment of peace and exhilaration was soon interrupted.

As she entered a relatively remote stretch of road flanked by dense trees.

*Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!*

A series of piercing sounds cut through the air.

Under the night sky, there was a dazzling glint of cold light.

Dozens of throwing stars shot toward the Ghost's tires.

Immediately after, numerous figures leaped out from the greenbelts on both sides.

Glittering katanas swung from the left and right, aiming straight for Serena's head!

The angles were cunning and utterly ruthless.

Everything happened with extreme suddenness.

So fast that there was no chance to react.

Beneath the silver-and-black helmet, the girl's clear, bright eyes narrowed slightly.

In the instant the two katanas came slicing down.

The front wheel of the speeding Ghost lifted abruptly off the ground, the roaring engine seeming to shatter the sky.

Then, with a whip of the handlebars.

The rapidly spinning tire dodged the two katanas and slammed directly into the face of the person wielding one!

The tail of the bike also swung violently, crashing into another attacker who was lunging from behind.

In the blink of an eye.

All the people who had rushed forward so recklessly were now scattered on the ground.

Serena leaned forward, pressing down on the front of the bike.

Her cool laughter sounded particularly eerie in the quiet, tense atmosphere.

Beneath the silver-and-black helmet, the girl's striking, delicate face showed no trace of solemnity or panic.

Faced with the pincer attack from all directions.

She didn't slow down.

Instead, she gunned the engine, twisting the throttle all the way!

The Ghost shot forward.

At this extreme speed.

Serena suddenly pressed the bike's body down.

The Ghost leaned into a sharp turn.

Two broken blades scraped past her helmet.

At the same time, Serena threw a powerful kick. Her long leg, clad in cargo pants, was straight and slender, striking one of the assassins squarely in the chest.

The assassin flew backward.

His motorcycle spun out of control, flying off the road and crashing into a wall with a deafening, explosive bang.

A curse erupted from one of the other men.